From The Campus To The Red House

We will climb on the roof, we will install that chimney, if it’s fine tomorrow.
Soon it’ll be cold, soon we’ll need a fire in that little house.

My parents were visiting for a week. We destroyed that wall to make space for the wood stove. Doesn’t the room look so much bigger? We moved a switch, we filled the holes in the floor. It’s ready to install now, we’re getting there. It’ll be easy now. We’ll climb on the roof, if it’s fine tomorrow.

It was rainy and windy. We drilled a hole in the ceiling, we put the stove on its feet. They’re only here for the week. If only it could be fine tomorrow. They’re only here for a week. We should let the wood stove be, we should drive to the sea, if it’s fine tomorrow.

On the last day, the sun came out. We drove to the sea, we had a picnic in the beautiful winter light. We listened to the waves, we enjoyed the moment. It felt just right.

I took this picture, thinking, it’ll be my cover art post. The cover of my favorite novel, to the lighthouse. But how pretentious that would be! Virginia Woolf’s words are so breathtaking, so perfect, that I could never capture an image beautiful enough to measure up to them.